Chapter 7 The Old Man in the Yangjiao Hutong

Zhu Yunle drove a car with a "Geng A" license plate and passed smoothly all the way. Occasionally, he met several patrol police cars. He pressed the horn to say hello and passed by. Zhu Yunle heard a little about Yangjiao Hutong in Yehe Tukou. In Beijing, it is an ordinary small alley, nearly half an hour away from the military region. On the way, Ye Hetu didn't say anything on the way. In the back seat, Zhu Yunle was embarrassed to interrupt and ask, but he was thinking about how to send Ye Hetu to Yangjiao Hutong and report today's matter to his superiors. It was not a small matter for Zhao Qijun to be slapped by Ye Hetu.

After more than half an hour, the car drove to the entrance of the alley. Zhu Yunle whispered to Ye Hetu with his eyes closed that the place was here. Ye Hetu opened his eyes and politely said thank you. He didn't always face others with an arrogant attitude. Others respect you a foot, but you have no reason not to respect him.

Pushing the door, Ye Hetu walked down, took off the trendy three-joint leather shoes on his feet, and threw them into the garbage heap outside the alley. Zhu Yunle, who was sitting in the car, looked at Ye Hetu's strange behavior confusedly. He couldn't figure out what else Ye Hetu was going to do, and then Ye Hetu took from the military trousers. A pair of cloth shoes were taken out of his pocket and slowly put on under the gaze of Zhu Yunle. The trousers pocket was very wide, and it was more than enough to put down a pair of cloth shoes.

"What a strange person." Zhu Yunle sighed in his heart that when Ye Hetu got off the plane, he was a young returnee. As soon as he arrived at the military district, he was like a prince with arrogance from head to toe. Now when he walked to Yangjiao Hutong, he immediately transformed into an ordinary young man in military uniform, except for the handsome face full of vicissitudes. The horns clearly carry a man's unique mature atmosphere.

After witnessing Ye Hetu walk into the alley, Zhu Yunle drove back and was ready to report today's work to the headquarters in detail. Zhu Yunle did not know the conflict between Yan Lao and Ye Hetu. He just completed the task assigned to him by his superiors. Doing his job well is the first creed that every official must master. If you don't say too much, it may not be a good thing to know some things.

Most of the people living in Yangjiao Hutong are ordinary people. In a standard quadrangle courtyard, an old man is carefully taking care of the flowers and plants in the yard. Most of the flowers and plants are very ordinary. Only a pot of orchid in the center is particularly special, and the fresh and crisp leaves are inlaid on both sides. A gorgeous Phnom Penh is not the so-called yellow leaves caused by nitrogen deficiency, but the original leaves are such a variety, precious to little-known Phnom Penh orchid. Fairy ball, cactus, rose, and a osmanthus tree in the middle of the yard, a small quadrangle, full of vitality.

After taking care of it, the old man lay on the teacher's chair under the osmanthus tree in the middle of the yard, shaking slowly, humming an unknown song, and happily picking up a shiny cigarette rod on the small wooden table of the Eight Immortals around him. The old cigarette pole was gently touched by the old man. The past is worth remembering, a match. , lit the dry smoke from the cigarette holder, took a sip, and spit out the smoke. It was very comfortable. The old man scooped up a bowl of steaming bean juice from the kettle, and put on a plate of pickles and chewed it slowly. It was delicious.

There was a knock on the door of the yard. The door was not locked. The neighbors around him came to visit the door or look at the flowers and plants. They pushed the door directly. They were surrounded by acquaintances, although no one knew the name of the old man who lived in the yard for 20 years, and he didn't know what the past. However, as a neighbor who gets along with each other day and night, it does not hinder the harmonious coexistence between them. The elderly are not lonely, do not put on airs, treat anyone and are kindly, and the neighbors around them come to visit when they are free to help the old people do some trivial things they can.

"Come in." The old man took a sip of bean juice and a sip of dry tobacco, and then said.

The courtyard door was slowly pushed open, and a foot in cloth shoes first stepped into the courtyard. After Ye Hetu entered the yard, he turned around and closed the courtyard door. He turned around and smiled and said with a simple smile, "I'm coming." He immediately took out a large cigarette case in India, handed it to the old man, and subconsciously said tentatively, "Teacher, try this?"

The old man put down the cigarette rod, took the cigarette box in Ye Hetu's hand, and pushed it away. There were three big cigars with attractive fragrance lying inside. The old man took out one. Ye Hetu came forward and picked up a match to help the old man scratch it and lit the cigar. The old man took a sip without any expression. He returned the cigarette box to Ye Hetu and said, "Stier You are used to smoking dry tobacco. If you can't smoke this thing, you can take it yourself.

If Zhong Zhigang heard this, his chin would fall down, and the best cigars in his eyes were not as good as dry cigarettes. Zhong Zhigang, who was used to smoking Hongta Mountain, could not smoke Zhongnanhai, or smoked cigars that were several grades better than Zhongnanhai. I don't know what the cigar Ye Hetu gave him was, but the feeling in his mouth told him, I have no chance to smoke a more comfortable cigarette than this cigar in my life.

"Hmm." Ye Hetu scratched his head and put the cigar on his body. He was not polite. Since the old man said so, there would be no fake. After all, the older generation could not accept new things as quickly as young people. Whether they were stubborn or conservative, the people who galloped through the years in those years were them, not the young people who were in good spirits now.

"Don't call me teacher. I'm too old to stand it." The old man said helplessly. Ye Hetu didn't think so. He didn't nod or shake his head. He caught a glimpse of bean juice and pickles on the table of the little Eight Immortals beside the old man. He said with his eyes, "Teacher, I haven't had breakfast yet, that?"

"Bad boy, get the bowl by yourself." The old man said angrily that Ye Hetu ate and drank as soon as he came here. Although the bean juice was bought outside and didn't cost much money, the pickles worked hard to complete more than a dozen processes. As soon as it was served, he was targeted by Ye Hetu.

Ye Hetu rushed to the room to get Wan. He was quite familiar with the location of the kitchen. He was familiar with the bowl without the old man's advice. As soon as the old man saw the sea bowl in Ye Hetu's hand, he almost fainted. Ye Hetu was able to find this thing.

I poured a large bowl of bean juice for myself, drank pickles and ate it with relish. The old man looked at Ye Hetu. What made the old man happy was that Ye Hetu was much more mature and stable than two years ago. In the past two years, he has experienced a lot of things.

Seeing the military uniform Ye Hetu was wearing, the old man casually asked what was going on.

"I just came back from the military region. An old man surnamed Yan asked me to join the army." Ye Hetu replied, secretly muttering that the bean juice and pickles were not bad.

"Yan Changqi?"

"Yes, but I refused. The old man didn't give up and moved out of the Zhao family to threaten me, but I still pushed him off." Ye Hetu went on to explain that the Zhao family and Yan's family did not have this plate of pickles.

"Move out of the Zhao family. What's the matter?" The old man wondered which one the Yan family and the Zhao family have always had no way to violate the river.

Ye Hetu drank the last sip of bean juice, swept away the plate of pickles under the old man's hot eyes, and sighed, "If only there was another glass of wine."

The old man's cigarette rod knocked on the top of Ye Hetu's head, and Ye Hetu held his head and ran away.

"Son of a bitch, don't be appetizing. Tell me what's going on."

Ye Hetu touched his painful head and secretly admired that the cigarette rod was beating so refreshingly. How can those foreign three-legged cats not compare with the domineering "hospitality" of the teacher? Not to mention the famous Sun King and the dark left hand on the God List, even the prestigious Pope of the Vatican dare not beat with a cigarette rod like today. Ye Hetu's head.

"I had a fight with an officer in the military area, and the guy was slapped out by me." Ye Hetu lazily explained to the old man that it seemed that inciting a Zhao Qijun was not something to show off. Indeed, how noble the identity of the person Ye Hetu took action was, Zhao Qijun was stained with glory, but this glory seemed a little gray to the Zhao family.

The old man who felt a little bad continued to ask, "What's the name of the officer?"

"I heard from a soldier under him that his name should be Zhao Qijun."

"People from the Zhao family?" The old man is more and more sure.

"Hmm."

"Good agitation!"

The old man suddenly patted Ye Hetu's shoulder, who sat on the stool next to him and took out his teeth with a toothpick, and almost let the dedicated Ye Hetu thcalculus sped. Then the old man smiled cheerfully. There was inexhaustible comfort in the laughter, which seemed to be more comfortable than smoking a sip of dry smoke and a sip of wine.

It is true that what kind of teacher you can teach what kind of students you have.